Post by James Barnes on Jul 31, 2016 17:07:35 GMT -8
James Buchanan Barnes was headed home from school. He had his own schoolbooks in his bag, as well as Steve's. Steve was sick (again), and he'd picked up the work he missed, determined not to let him get behind. He'd already missed quite a few days this year, but that didn't matter; he was still towards the top of the class. Bucky was lucky if he was somewhere in the middle.
It wasn't that he wasn't smart, just that he didn't particularly care. He was gonna end up having to drop out to help Dad take care of Becca, he was sure. But for now, he'd do what his dad said and he'd go to school.
All he wanted to do was to make his dad proud.
He hoisted the bag higher onto his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. Man, it was at times like this that he really missed his mom. She would have known what to say to make Bucky really apply himself. But she wasn't here. She'd been dead for a couple of years now, and he still had to be strong, couldn't let Becca see that he still missed her.
Soon enough, he came to the Rogers' household, where he knocked on the door.
"Hiya, Mrs. Rogers," he said, flashing Sarah a charming grin, despite how young he was. "Got Stevie's homework again," he added, holding up his bag.
Steve's mother offered him a kind smile and let him in. He went right up to Steve's room; he knew the way by now, and barged right in, not even bothering to knock. Steve did the same at his place; they just didn't need to worry about it.
"Hey, punk. You feelin' any better yet?"
Tag: Steve Rogers
It wasn't that he wasn't smart, just that he didn't particularly care. He was gonna end up having to drop out to help Dad take care of Becca, he was sure. But for now, he'd do what his dad said and he'd go to school.
All he wanted to do was to make his dad proud.
He hoisted the bag higher onto his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. Man, it was at times like this that he really missed his mom. She would have known what to say to make Bucky really apply himself. But she wasn't here. She'd been dead for a couple of years now, and he still had to be strong, couldn't let Becca see that he still missed her.
Soon enough, he came to the Rogers' household, where he knocked on the door.
"Hiya, Mrs. Rogers," he said, flashing Sarah a charming grin, despite how young he was. "Got Stevie's homework again," he added, holding up his bag.
Steve's mother offered him a kind smile and let him in. He went right up to Steve's room; he knew the way by now, and barged right in, not even bothering to knock. Steve did the same at his place; they just didn't need to worry about it.
"Hey, punk. You feelin' any better yet?"
Tag: Steve Rogers